Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading Part 1

Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading.

by Horace Elisha Scudder, editor.

PREFACE.

The attentive reader of this little book will be apt to notice very soon that though its t.i.tle is _Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading_, the verse occupies nine tenths, the prose being confined to about two hundred proverbs and familiar sayings--some of them, indeed, in rhyme--scattered in groups throughout the book. The reason for this will be apparent as soon as one considers the end in view in the preparation of this compilation.

The _Riverside Primer and Reader_, as stated in its Introduction, "is designed to serve as the sole text-book in reading required by a pupil.

When he has mastered it he is ready to make the acquaintance of the world's literature in the English tongue." In that book, therefore, the pupil was led by easy exercises to an intelligent reading of pieces of literature, both verse and prose, so that he might become in a slight degree familiar with literature before he parted with his sole text-book. But the largest s.p.a.ce had, of necessity, to be given to practice work, which led straight to literature, indeed, though to a small quant.i.ty only. The verse offered in that book was drawn from nursery rhymes and from a few of the great masters of poetical form; the prose was furnished by a selection of proverbs, some of the simplest folk stories, and two pa.s.sages, closing the book, from the Old and New Testaments.

The pupil, upon laying down his _Primer and Reader_ and proposing to enter the promised land of literature, could find a volume of prose consisting of _Fables and Folk Stories_, into the pleasures of which he had already been initiated; but until now he could find no volume of poetry especially prepared for him which should fulfill the promise of the verse offered to him in his _Primer and Reader_. Be it remembered that he was not so much to read verse written expressly for him, as to overhear the great poets when they sang so simply, so directly, and yet with so penetrating a note that the burden of their song, full, it may be, to the child's elders, would have an awakening power for the child himself. As so often said, a child can receive and delight in a poem through the ear long before he is able to attain the same pleasure through the eye; and there are many poems in such a book, for example, as Miss Agnes Repplier's _A Book of Famous Verse_, wholly delightful for a child to listen to which yet it would be impossible for him to read to himself.

The agreeable task of the editor, therefore, was to search English and American literature for those poems which had fallen from the lips of poets with so sweet a cadence and in such simple notes that they would offer but slight difficulties to a child who had mastered the rudiments of reading. It was by no means necessary that such poems should have had an audience of children in mind nor have taken childhood for a subject, though it was natural that a few of the verses should prove to be suggested by some aspect of child-life. The selection must be its own advocate, but it may be worth while to point out that the plan of the book supposes an easy approach to the more serious poems by means of the light ditties of the nursery; that there is no more reason for depriving a child of honest fun in his verse than there is for condemning the child's elders to grave poetry exclusively; and that it is not necessary or even desirable for a poem to come at once within the reader's comprehension. To take an extreme case, Tennyson's lines "Break, Break, Break!" would no doubt be ruled out of such a book as this by many in sympathy with children; yet the unexplainable power of the poem is not beyond the apprehension of sensitive natures at an early age.

The contents have been gleaned from a number of sources, and the editor is glad to mingle with the names of the secure dwellers on Parna.s.sus those of some living Americans and Englishmen. He does not pretend that he has made an exhaustive collection, but he hopes the book may be regarded as the nucleus for an anthology which cannot, in the nature of things, be very large.

The prose, as already intimated, is confined to groups of proverbs and familiar sayings. In one aspect these single lines of prose present difficulties to the young reader: they are condensed forms of expression, even though the words may be simple; but they offer the convenient small change of intellectual currency which it is well for one to be supplied with at an early stage of one's journey, and they afford to the teacher a capital opportunity for conversational and other exercises.

The order of this book is in a general way from the easy to the more difficult, with an attempt, also, at an agreeable variety. The editor has purposely avoided breaking up the book into lesson portions or giving it the air of a text-book. There is no reason why children should not read books as older people read them, for pleasure, and dissociate them from a too persistent notion of tasks. It is entirely possible that some teachers may find it out of the question to lead their cla.s.ses straight through this book, but there is nothing to forbid them from judicious skipping, or, what is perhaps more to the point, from helping pupils over a difficult word or phrase when it is encountered; the interest which the child takes will carry him over most hard places. It would be a capital use of the book also if teachers were to draw upon it for poems which their pupils should, in the suggestive phrase, learn by heart. To this purpose the contents are singularly well adapted; for, from the single line proverb to a poem by Wordsworth, there is such a wide range of choice that the teacher need not resort to the questionable device of giving children fragments and bits of verse and prose to commit to memory. One of the greatest services we can do the young mind is to accustom it to the perception of _wholes_, and whether this whole be a lyric or a narrative poem like Evangeline, it is almost equally important that the young reader should learn to hold it as such in his mind. To treat a poem as a mere quarry out of which a particularly smooth stone can be chipped is to misinterpret poetry. A poem is a statue, not a quarry.

H.E.S.

BOSTON, _October_, 1893.

A DEWDROP.

Little drop of dew, Like a gem you are; I believe that you Must have been a star.

When the day is bright, On the gra.s.s you lie; Tell me then, at night Are you in the sky?

BEES.

Bees don't care about the snow; I can tell you why that's so:

Once I caught a little bee Who was much too warm for me!

Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool?

Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full;

One for my master, And one for my dame, But none for the little boy Who cries in the lane.

Bless you, bless you, burnie bee; Say, when will your wedding be?

If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.

Bow, wow, wow, Whose dog art thou?

Little Tom Tinker's dog, Bow, wow, wow.

Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting, To get a little rabbit skin To wrap the baby bunting in.

Star light, star bright, First star I see to-night; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish to-night.

The little moon came out too soon, And in her fright looked thin and white, The stars then shone, And every one Twinkled and winked and laughed and blinked.

The great sun now rolled forth in might And drove them all quite out of sight.

TO A HONEY-BEE.

"Busy-body, busy-body, Always on the wing, Wait a bit, where you have lit, And tell me why you sing."

Up, and in the air again, Flap, flap, flap!

And now she stops, and now she drops Into the rose's lap.

"Come, just a minute come, From your rose so red."

Hum, hum, hum, hum-- That was all she said.

"Busy-body, busy-body, Always light and gay, It seems to me, for all I see, Your work is only play."

And now the day is sinking to The goldenest of eves, And she doth creep for quiet sleep Among the lily-leaves.

"Come, just a moment come, From your snowy bed."

Hum, hum, hum, hum-- That was all she said.

But, the while I mused, I learned The secret of her way: Do my part with cheerful heart, And turn my work to play.

A cat came fiddling out of a barn, With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm; She could sing nothing but fiddle-de-dee, The mouse has married the b.u.mble-bee; Pipe, cat,--dance, mouse,-- We'll have a wedding at our good house.